In Pieces

A new sonnet for 2011...

How can I pick up thy heart
scattered on the floor, in pieces
broken by the one I trusted most 
torn by betrayal, lies and lust.

I should have known from the start
how I would end up, in pieces
scorched is my soul, like a slice of toast
would I ever again be able to trust?

My mind is blank, confused and sore
my very soul is scarred and abused
beliefs long held are shaken to the core
I feel angry, confused and used.

We were to grow old, enjoy our growing creases
now I stand alone, my heart in pieces

Reviews

[Theresa C Newbill]

Beautifully written. Whether your heart is in pieces or not right now, keep it always open. Life is a journey, a process, and heartbreak, a milestone in your path to greatness.